He reared up, blue eyes setting me absolutely on fire.
He yanked on my hair, angling my neck hard. Then he thrust two of his fingers that had been swimming in the juices between my legs into my mouth.
I growled and sucked, letting him feel and see how much I needed what only he could give me.
A harsh curse exploded from him.
He removed his fingers only to slam his mouth back on top of mine. That kiss he broke too soon, and I whined.
Lips pulled back in a gnashing sort of smile, he muttered thickly, “You’ll get what I decide to give you, prinkípissa.”
I raked my nails up his biceps, happy to leave my marks on him too, but then he grabbed my wrists and pinned my hands to the bed.
“Wild thing,” he husked out.
I licked his throat, tasting heat and the saltiness of his sweat. Showing him I could be sweet too.
I wanted him.
Displaying impressive strength again, he rolled to his back and flipped me on top of him. I barely had time to toss my hair from my eyes before he’d tipped me again, simply lifted me up and turned me around.
In the end position, I was on top of his long, toned body. My elbows braced beside his ribcage. And his cock rose up right in front of my face.
My nipples scraped along the hard rolls of packed muscles on his abdomen, my knees opened wide beside his head. And the heat of his mouth gusted over my slickened core.
I’d probably already dripped onto his face.
“Use your hands and mouth on my cock, Roya.”
He wouldn’t have to ask me twice.
I could barely contain my hunger, but I carefully applied my tongue to his gleaming shaft first. I made sure to lap up all of his precum, lingering and licking, lifting his cock and breathing his dark male musk.
And while I took my time, worshipping every single inch of his large, solid organ, he brought me to his face.
Aris pushed and prodded the beads. He tucked his fingers in alongside the necklace, the hard circles rubbing as he stroked me too. Every so often, he took the rest of the strand, trailing the beads down my slit and rolling them over my clit.
I ringed my tongue around his swollen glans and tickled into the wide eye where more of the precursor to his cum welled out.
I moaned from his flavor. From the fantastically wild things he was doing to my pussy. From him . . .
I had to stretch my mouth wide to get his cock inside, but once I had him slotted, I hummed heatedly.
His answering curse compelled me to take more of that thick rod. I rode my ovaled lips down, my tongue always teasing, always tasting and exploring.
He slithered some of the beads out of my pussy. His mouth opened over me too, his tongue practically devouring me.
The sounds of his groans and my moans echoed off one another, my body undulating and his flexing.
He snaked beads back inside. He tugged and toyed.
He licked me.
He all but destroyed me.
In sucking him in and out, I slathered him in saliva. I circled his shaft with my fingers, gripping and stroking. I went lower to slaver over those big balls that had so teased me earlier.
His stubble rasped all over my pussy, and I couldn’t help but scream.
I took him back into my mouth, took as much as I could before pulling back. I paid careful attention to the thick shelf of the head.
I gave him wet, sloppy head.
Aris began withdrawing the beads. Slowly. One would pop out, and my entire body would shake. Like he’d said, I could feel myself creaming for him, the slippery juices becoming skeins of liquid that he sucked and lapped away.
Another bead popped out. Another. Another.
My tummy hollowed, and I breathed jaggedly with his cock in my mouth.
His tongue made long luscious sweeps all over my weeping sex.
Another bead . . .
One of his hands landed on the back of my head, and I mewled when he clutched my hair. I moaned when he pressed down, coaxing my lips to take yet more stiff cock into my mouth.
The last, biggest ruby bead . . .
Suddenly, his cock thickened, throbbed harder.
His strong hand pulled me up until just that big head remained, and I squealed excitedly when the first jets of rich cum spurted onto my tongue.
I had to take a breath. I had to scream as my climax spiraled from Aris’s feasting mouth, taking me on a dazzling orgasmic ride.
Another shot of seed lashed across my breasts, but then I enclosed him in my lips again. I didn’t want to miss another drop. I kept coming as did he, and he took all my essence like I did his.
When the near-violent, wholly exhilarating paroxysms ended, we both exhaled choppy breaths.
“Ahh, fuck,” Aris grunted out.
I agreed, going completely lax. I sprawled on top of his body, my breasts nestled against his cock, which was still thick and pulsing.
I kissed the top of his thigh then squirmed when he did the same.